Talk with the old man

You slowly start walking towards the old man. He puffs out a big cloud of smoke as you get close.

"Hey geezer, you wouldn't happen to know where I can get my cloak patched back together?"

The old man raises an eyebrow and takes the large pipe out of his mouth. He sighs deeply. "The mouth on these youngfolk" he slightly mumbles under his own breath. "Come in then!" He says, waving you inside his shop as he enters the front.

You walk into the shop and see an assortment of stuff. A row of old dusty documents, a shelf of different remedies and dried herbs. Rolls of linen are thrown across a workbench behind a large counter. As you walk up to the counter, the old man jumps up behind it. Being noticably smaller than the counter, the old man must be standing on a chair. "Let me see" he says. You take your cloak off your shoulders and place it on the counter. The old man picks it up. He starts swaying on the chair as he struggles holding the cloak. Despite his struggle he ever so swiftly jumps down from his chair and disappears behind the counter.

You hear as the old man shuffles around, rummaging through different boxes and drawers. He pops up again from behind the counter. "I'll fix it for ya, but its gonna cost ya. 5 shillings oughta do it" he expresses.